From Brave New World

It was a large room bright with sunshine and yellow
paint, and containing twenty beds, all occupied. Linda
was dying in company–in company and with all the
modern conveniences. The air was continuously alive with
gay synthetic melodies. At the foot of every bed,
confronting its moribund occupant, was a television box.
Television was left on, a running tap, from morning till
night. Every quarter of an hour the prevailing perfume of
the room was automatically changed. "We try," explained
the nurse, who had taken charge of the Savage at the
door, "we try to create a thoroughly pleasant atmosphere
here–something between a first-class hotel and a feelypalace,
if you take my meaning."